For a film about documentarians, the biggest takeaway from Amalia Ulman’s “Magic Farm” might be that the world doesn’t need more documentaries. Or, at the very least, it doesn’t need any more of the gonzo-adjacent, Vice-inspired “We Sent Six Dysfunctional Idiots to a Third World Country” documentaries that its characters devote their lives to making. At a certain point, who can really argue with that?
A charming satire about the endless capacity for lying found in people who…